You can’t make everyone happy, you’re not a lasagna.

If you're going to stab me in the back at least use a good angle so my shoulder blades look sharp

you're the reason i'm up. and the reason i'm up

you can't judge a book by its cover. i do anyway

i'm nuts about you and also just nuts

the waiting room is my social life

we're even. mostly odd.

put me in a snow globe. shake me

get off my mind, it's crowded

nothing matters. it's freeing. it's also tiring

let's bury the hatchet. i'll bring the shovel

my cup runneth over. with dread

life is a long wait for a nap

my plate is empty and it's still too much

as stressed as freud trying to explain why everything is a mommy issue

feeling like jung tried to map out my mind and just drew a red X